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In 2005, I had been married to Andy for five years, our son Braden was one year old, and I had been teaching for two years. My mom started having some odd health symptoms in May of 2005 and was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in June. We were repeatedly told she had a 50% chance to live two years and a 20% chance to live five years. Much to our shock, she passed away on December 17 – six months after diagnosis. My angels arrived in this dark time. My husband supported me through it all, my siblings and I (unfortunately) bonded over decisions and tasks after our mom’s death, my friends helped out in more ways than I can count, and my coworkers wrote all my sub plans. So many times, the words “Don’t worry about it – we’ve got it covered” eased my mind so I could focus on what was most important at the time. Starting in 2015, my dad began to have a myriad of health issues. I spent MANY days driving back and forth between Grand Island and Gothenburg, being with my dad for doctor appointments, and recovering from procedures and surgeries. In June of 2023, my dad was placed on hospice due to kidney failure, congestive heart failure, and amyloidosis. I am beyond thankful for the extra time I spent with him because he passed away on September 29 after falling ten days earlier. Again, my angels showed up! Andy was my rock through it all, and my siblings, in-laws, and I have worked as a team, making decisions and completing tasks. Having understanding in-laws, who are now my bosses and who let me take care of my dad as much as he needed, made it all a little easier. My friends have provided support during the tough times — coming to my dad’s funeral, as well as continuing to check on me, have pulled me through. I never imagined being 43 years old and experiencing the death of both of my parents. Without my angels in my wilderness – my family, friends, faith, and coworkers – I honestly have no idea how I would have survived it. – Brenda Cochran